The Minotaur Nation Becomes a Pawn, Founding a Nation?

Fairy settlement.

Within the lush forest, tiny Fairies flapped their wings as they darted through the trees, gathering dew and medicinal herbs.

For ordinary Fairies, their tribe had not changed much from before.

It was simply that many Fairy Magic Caster tribespeople who had left the village now began traveling back and forth between the village and the outside world under the new system.

This opened the eyes of many ordinary Fairies who knew little about the outside world. "So tired~"

Mil rubbed his shoulders. Though his face looked weary, his eyes held a trace of excitement as he swiftly sorted the papers on the table.

Tap~ Tap~

He tied the various documents before him with thin vine cords, categorizing them accordingly.

Mil flapped his wings and continuously flew around the treehouse lined with shelves, placing the corresponding documents onto different shelves.

Upon closer inspection, one could see—

The tops of the different shelves were marked with corresponding information, such as: Minotaur Nation, Troll Great Nation, and so on.

The shelves contained intelligence on the Central Six Nations!

This was an important location established some time ago specifically for storing intelligence, with dedicated personnel guarding it.

All of these matters were handled by him.

Although Mil felt exhausted, he was more than willing to endure it. He even felt an inexplicable sense of exhilaration and excitement.

The Fairies as a whole were rather lax.

Among the Three Elders, the clan chief held the lowest status before the High Priest and the Wing Chief. Combined with the tribe's overall laid-back habits, the clan chief did not actually possess much authority.

But now!

Mil controlled the movements of every Fairy Magic Caster in the tribe. Intelligence from all regions gathered here, and he personally organized it.

This is what power feels like.